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we're not kids anymore.
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Jules of Nature

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Not today Justin
Stranger Things
occasionally subtle

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if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Janaina Medeiros

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@prditum
I have set a course south south-west. We will see the North American mainland within a fortnight, gentlemen. We must now begin our last and best efforts to reach her, as we become the greatest Argonauts of our age! We shall earn our loved ones’ cheers and embraces at our return. Onwards, men!
I make like 1 friend every 6 years
Paul Verlaine, tr. by Muriel Kittel, from Poems & Writings; “Tears Flow In My Heart,”
sorry if it seems like i want attention i just want attention
“I’m yours — you know it.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via goodreadss)
“I’m afraid I need to ask the four of you for a favor that will likely be a great imposition. And there couldn’t be worse timing, I understand. But there also couldn’t be a greater need.”
@theterrorbingo fill: decanter
“Solitude is dangerous. It’s very addictive. It becomes a habit after you realize how peaceful and calm it is. It’s like you don’t want to deal with people anymore because they drain your energy. “
Jim Carrey
Rainer Maria Rilke, Journal of My Other Self
life became so much simpler when i decided to just let people misunderstand me
Musée Nissim de Camondo, Paris. [x]
ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
Pure Ireland by Sandra Bazan on Flickr.
πέπων, -ονος (PEH-pown):
1. of fruit, ripe, mellow, cooked by the sun 2. metaphorically, a term of endearment for loved ones and pets, kind, gentle
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“All these people are dying not where they should be dying, in a way. They’re all lost, both actually and psychologically. That emphasizes — hugely — who you do that dying with. It brings an intimacy or tenderness to that act.” -Tobias Menzies